Death,
be my lover tonight
caress me with your bony fingers
tear out my heart.
Death
be my lover tonight
kiss me with your vacant mouth
touch my soul.
Death
be my lover tonight
crack me open with your hollow embrace
taste my innocence.
“You don’t have to let yourself be terrorized by other people’s expectations of you.” ~Sue Patton Thoele As the rain is falling with soft urgency this morning and the bright green birch leaves outside my window flirt with me, I sit here in my warm bed sipping coffee, listening, reflecting and looking at my Facebook…
All of the paradox and contradictions. I always wished I could make pretty things. I wish I was a pretty thing. But what’s true is I am messy and complicated. I make more messes. I make pretty messes. I’ve been doing some inner calibration lately and ran across this journal entry from earlier this year. …
I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.
“Wanna’ please; wanna’ keep; wanna’ treat your woman right? Not just dough, but a show, that you know she’s worth your time You will lose, if you choose, to refuse to put her first She will if she can find a man who knows her worth! ‘Cause a real man knows a real woman when…
Fly. Over their symbolic violence…
When I reflect back on relationships that have ended badly, I realize that a good first thing to notice is whether we walk beside each other comfortably and willingly. Taking time with one another, syncing up a little, leaning in, listening. It might seem like a small thing but it’s a fractal of many others…